You still don't like me
My slightly lame foot seems to be an excuse
My ordinary life experience is the reason for your disdain
more than ten years
from school to work
From life to work
Everything has been. . . . . . . . Around me
I'm like a clown
Persistence means reluctantly holding on to my own dreams
And when you break my heart so pure
What reason do I have to stay?
You know, step out of that door
I am no longer me
memories left behind
Will be with me and maybe you too
Everything was beautiful originally
But this little girl came suddenly
Messy hair like thatch, dry face
Follow me every day,
But I never want to give her hope
But why,
Many years later, after being rejected so purely by me
My heart is a little bit. . . . .
What happened next was nothing like I imagined
It turns out that before I knew it, my heart had already melted
It's just that the person I thought was so self-righteous turned out to be...